The works of Virgil, closely rendered into Engl. rhythm and illustr. from British poets by R.C. Singleton, Band 1 |
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... grove , That only shelter'd thefts of harmless love . " Line 94. So Ambrose Philips , with a pleasing variety : Past . 2 : " Sweet are thy banks ! Oh , when shall I once more With ravish'd eyes review thine amell'd shore ? When in the ...
... grove , That only shelter'd thefts of harmless love . " Line 94. So Ambrose Philips , with a pleasing variety : Past . 2 : " Sweet are thy banks ! Oh , when shall I once more With ravish'd eyes review thine amell'd shore ? When in the ...
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... grove , And infant vines . DAMETAS . Or here by th ' agèd beech , What time you Daphnis ' bow and arrows broke ; Which when , malign Menalcas , you beheld Bestowed upon the lad , you both were vexed , And , if you had not somehow ...
... grove , And infant vines . DAMETAS . Or here by th ' agèd beech , What time you Daphnis ' bow and arrows broke ; Which when , malign Menalcas , you beheld Bestowed upon the lad , you both were vexed , And , if you had not somehow ...
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... grove , and importuned the skies , And every star upbraided with his death , When , in her widow'd arms , devoid of breath , She clasp'd her son . " Past . 3 . Line 32. So Spenser says of Dido's death : Sh . Cal . Nov. 133 : " The ...
... grove , and importuned the skies , And every star upbraided with his death , When , in her widow'd arms , devoid of breath , She clasp'd her son . " Past . 3 . Line 32. So Spenser says of Dido's death : Sh . Cal . Nov. 133 : " The ...
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... grove ; Nor valley brook , that , hid by alders , speeds O'er pebbles warbling , and through whispering reeds ; Nor dropping waters , which from rocks distil , And welly grots with tinkling echoes fill . " This idea of the streams ...
... grove ; Nor valley brook , that , hid by alders , speeds O'er pebbles warbling , and through whispering reeds ; Nor dropping waters , which from rocks distil , And welly grots with tinkling echoes fill . " This idea of the streams ...
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... grove shall sing ; Nor any page to Phoebus soother is Than that which has the name of Phoebus traced 10 10 Line 6. I am not aware that any classical British author applies the literal meaning of deductum , " thin - spun , " to ...
... grove shall sing ; Nor any page to Phoebus soother is Than that which has the name of Phoebus traced 10 10 Line 6. I am not aware that any classical British author applies the literal meaning of deductum , " thin - spun , " to ...
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Seite 355 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which "they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Seite 180 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great...
Seite 55 - Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war...
Seite vi - I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers ; I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry ; — 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
Seite 311 - Thus much of this, will make Black, white; foul, fair; wrong, right; Base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant. Ha, you gods ! why this ? What this, you gods ? Why this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides ; Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Seite 194 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the...
Seite 351 - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt...
Seite 120 - This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Seite 101 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down ; and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
Seite 232 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.